Three, six, nine, on the banks of the Tyne, here comes Bobby ShaftoeCanny day doon the Waggon Way, we'll may the Keel Row CHORUSDirty back lanes, kids playing gamesSkippys and marbles and kick the blockClippy mats, up and down flatsDays when your back door would never be locked When I was young, we made our … Continue reading Dirty Back Lanes